Ripples and Torrents

Puddles provide endless intrigue. Rain boots are made for splashing through them. Rocks are made for throwing into them. Stand  still long enough around one and watch birds take baths and tiny creatures crawl in and out.

Creeks deepen the mystery. The Logan Creek of my youth had water in it most of the time so it was the first destination of city siblings’ mad dash into the wilderness after a long car trip.  We tossed  shoes aside so we could gingerly make our ways in the rippling water to the perfect place to squat to examine the rocks, build pools and dams, and dream up reasons we didn’t stay dry.  A highlight of our creek experience was a ‘guided’ tube float to parts unknown! Uncle Jimmy tied the tubes together and maneuvered us around drooping limbs, root wads and shallow spots for a wild ride that ended at a bluff so tall we couldn’t see the top!

During and after a Missouri gully-washer, a creek changes in a flash.  Clear tinkling ripples vanish, replaced by opaque rumbling currents bent on destruction.  Fear means we keep our distance as we ponder the landscape that will emerge when the torrents end.

As in life.  From time to time circumstances muddy our visions, alter the course of intentions, wash away our dreams as we stand helplessly by wondering what will be left when the storms pass. Life calms down, minds clear the way to rebuild or alter direction completely.  As fears recede, faith is restored by life that keeps on moving, and fascination with mystery and change resumes.

This first appeared as a column in The Prospect-News, the weekly newspaper in Doniphan, MO.

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About gleefulee AKA Teresa Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making passionate, lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. Now totally retired and looking for my summers to be full of fun as well! Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still very much a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content contributor for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist for our local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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